As soon as Yue Lingshan left, Feng Qingyang's figure walked from afar again. He turned to look at Yue Feng, suddenly became a little angry, and said, "Boy, what did you mean just now?"

Yue Feng lowered his head, no longer had the previous arrogance on his face, but instead spoke in a low voice: "I will make my own decisions, please forgive me for my crime."

Feng Qingyang looked at Yue Feng and suddenly showed a look of surprise. After a long time, he said, "Forget it this time. I can't learn my martial arts by just looking at it, otherwise it wouldn't be considered a master of martial arts."

Yue Feng couldn't help but flash a hint of joy and said, "Thank you, Uncle Grandpa."

"Hmph, what I told the truth." Feng Qingyang shook his head and said, "If my martial arts are really so easy to learn, I will not be the successor of every successor until now." Then, he sighed again, "It's a pity that your swordsmanship has been achieved and is not suitable for what I have learned, otherwise..."

When Yue Feng heard this, how could he not understand Feng Qingyang's meaning? Although Feng Qingyang did not fully understand what he learned, he also knew that Yue Feng would never learn swordsmanship from him. He shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness. As long as the Grand Master allows the disciples to watch on the side, there is no need to worry about anything else."

Seeing that Yue Feng didn't believe his words, Feng Qingyang smiled helplessly and said, "I'm a little curious. Your own swordsmanship should be not weak, why don't you give it to her? Do you even have to hide your own sister?"

"It is common sense to keep martial arts secrets privately, even father and son, and couples often." Yue Feng shook his head and said, "But it's not like this for Lingshan. It's not that I don't want her to learn, but she doesn't want to do hard work and will definitely not be able to learn my martial arts." Yue Feng suddenly had a sad expression on his face, and he said, "I asked her to follow her, just hope she can learn the quick way."

"How do you know I will have a quick method?" Feng Qingyang asked with a slight change in his face.

Yue Feng naturally knew in his heart that Feng Qingyang had a set of Dugu Nine Swords, but naturally he couldn't say that. He just said, "Uncle Taishi naturally has it, otherwise why do you have the confidence to let that boy Linghu Chong go through twenty moves from me? You must know that the martial arts of my Huashan Sect have always been progressing step by step, even the sword sect was the same. There was no reason why people would become a master in one leap."

"You are smart." Feng Qingyang couldn't help frowning when he heard this. The more he contacted Yue Feng, the more he felt that he couldn't see through it. He always felt that there was some secret hidden in Yue Feng, but he couldn't say it anyway. Shaking his head, Feng Qingyang said again: "Since you are so confident, I won't care. But how do you do this competition?"

Yue Feng smiled slightly and said, "We will only be limited to half a month. Every time you teach Linghu Chong's martial arts for half a month, let him compete with me. If Linghu Chong can achieve twenty moves unbeaten, even if I lose. If not, you will teach him for half a month. After half a month, I will compete with him again. Until when Uncle Feng can no longer fight, it means I won."

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but frowned. He heard Yue Feng's words and wanted to completely stay at the top of the cliff of Siguo for a long time. He had long been used to living like a free and wild crane, so he was not willing to be subject to such constraints. However, he remained a little competitive, shook his head, and said, "Half a month is too long, and it will be the last time in three days."

"Okay, three days are three days." Yue Feng answered very simply without hesitation. His attitude made Feng Qingyang confused for a moment.

Yue Feng continued, "Then we will compete with Linghu Chong every three days from tomorrow. If you teach him how to practice martial arts during these three days, I will just observe and never interrupt. If there are some things that are inconvenient to me, I will naturally avoid them. As for practicing sword skills myself, you can also observe them."

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little hesitant when he heard Yue Feng want to see him teach Linghu Chong's sword technique. But when Yue Feng finished speaking, he still nodded and just said, "Okay, so we'll make up for it."

At this moment, Yue Feng suddenly turned his gaze to Linghu Chong and said, "You really decided to learn his martial arts, don't regret it? You must know that once you make this choice, you may be completely trapped in a bottleneck in the future and cannot break through."

"Boy, don't be exaggerated." A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across Feng Qingyang's face and he said, "There is no such thing as serious as you said."

Yue Feng shook his head and said, "Whether I said is true, the Grand Master should be clearer than me. Although Linghu Chong is talented, he is not young at all. Even if he practices his internal skills diligently, it is unlikely to reach the level he deserves within ten years. The sword technique you taught by Grand Master must be extraordinary, and you are afraid that you must study it day by day before you can achieve it. It is difficult to use it in two ways. If he really continues like this, he will regret it."

"You are talking light. Over the past century, there are no more than ten people who can truly reach the level you are talking about. Of course, I have heard of people like you before." When Feng Qingyang said this, he couldn't help but show a puzzled expression on his face, and suddenly sighed: "Linghu Chong's current level is, I'm afraid I can't believe it if I can go to that point. It's better to learn the best swordsmanship, and then maybe I won't be able to defeat the strong by defeating the strong by the weak and fighting against those top masters."

Linghu Chong has always been praised for his excellent talent, but he was criticized in person because of his limited qualifications and the first time he was unable to help but lament in his heart. At the same time, he became even more dissatisfied with Yue Feng.

But when Yue Feng suddenly shook his head, he spoke decisively: "Uncle Grand Master said this difference. You are nearly a hundred years old now, and your cultivation has reached an unparalleled level in the world. I think you understand more than anyone else that the essence of martial arts is not to help the weak, nor to fight with others, but to other things. The martial arts of our Huashan School are even more so."

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but be stunned. After a long time, he sighed and said, "I can't tell you, but you're a little too far. Linghu Chong, you have heard clearly what we just said. I don't blame you if you want to, you can choose for yourself."

Linghu Chong couldn't help but stare out of sight, carefully thinking about gains and losses. Anyone who learns martial arts wants to be able to go further and take advantage of others when fighting with others. As for the true meaning of martial arts, he is not so clear. At least, Linghu Chong doesn't understand at all...

After pondering for a moment, Linghu Chong bowed to Feng Qingyang and said, "Uncle Grand Master, I am willing to learn."

"Linghu Chong, have you really decided?" Yue Feng felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. When he was reading the novel, he was once very excited for the advanced swordsmanship he learned for Linghu Chong. At this time, not only did he not have any envy, but he was all sad.

Originally, this time, Linghu Chong was asked to go up to Siguo Cliff to learn swordsmanship, but if Yue Buqun and his wife had agreed, Yue Feng would definitely not agree. Therefore, he made his own decision and said the first thing that Linghu Chong should not delay his internal skills practice. But now it seems that everything was in vain.

Linghu Chong looked at Yue Feng, and suddenly smiled on his face, and said, "I learned martial arts later than you. Both internal strength and swordsmanship are far from being compared with you. What's more important is that I'm not as good as you. I used to see you practicing martial arts for a while, and I had envied you. It's a pity that I could not hold on for two or three days at most. Now with such an opportunity, I naturally cannot miss it." He had been stuck in his heart for many years, and finally said it today, feeling the joy that he couldn't say.

Yue Feng looked at Linghu Chong with a complicated expression on his face, and finally nodded without saying much.

That night, Yue Feng did not leave Siguo Cliff, but stayed there and started practicing sword skills by himself. During the trip not long ago, although Yue Feng still maintained his habit of practicing hard, he had to rush every day, and it was not Huashan, so he could not be diligent as usual. In addition, Yue Feng's cultivation reached a bottleneck, and he felt bored and was not willing to practice hard, so he became a little lazy.

At this time, he had already returned to Mount Hua. He had already regained his mood and naturally could not relax like the one at the foot of the mountain. He continued to start his own practice of Yangwu Sword.

Yangwu's sword technique is no longer a simple sword technique in Yue Feng's hands. When Yue Feng used it, this sword technique completely lost its fixed sword moves, as if it was waving it at will. However, the great meaning in the sword technique can be felt at a glance.

Feng Qingyang looked at Yue Feng's swordsmanship and had no confidence that Linghu Chong could take twenty moves under his hands in three days, without any confidence. He just hoped that Linghu Chong would be more competitive, make faster progress, and help him win this competition as soon as possible.

Later, Feng Qingyang understood why Linghu Chong had no confidence in him, and even he himself couldn't help but feel jealous. Because he finally saw another aspect of Yue Feng, in terms of physical fitness.

But he saw that Yue Feng was practicing swords all the time since noon. He only ate a little bit in the middle and never rested. When it was almost dawn the next day, Yue Feng felt a little tired. However, after only half an hour of breathing, he returned to his original state of energy.

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but be curious and cursed in his heart, calling Yue Feng perverted, and his estimate of Yue Feng was beyond a higher level.

Yue Feng began to spontaneously temper his body when he first knew how to walk, and when he was three years old, he developed internal strength. He had already exerted the advantages of time travel to the extreme, so how could his physical fitness be bad?

When he started practicing Zixia magic, he had innate true qi since then. Although innate true qi had no effect on the improvement of his martial arts, it could nourish his body well. Any innate master would prolong his life by entering the innate realm. For example, although Feng Qingyang is about to end his hundred years old, he is still energetic, let alone Yue Feng. At this time, as long as he doesn't want to stop, no matter how long he practices the sword technique, he will not be tired, and at most he is a little mentally tired.

Originally, Yue Feng had to practice Zixia magic skills, so his daily time to practice swords was very limited. But now because of the bottleneck, he stopped practicing internal skills, so he spent all his time on swordsmanship. Linghu Chong was more familiar with Yue Feng, and it was better to see this situation. As for Feng Qingyang, he had just met Yue Feng, so he was naturally surprised.
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